Grandma Pilar

[Verse] In the fields of Seville, where the olives grow, Grandma Pilar worked, through the sunshine and snow, Her hands rough as leather, from the toil and the sweat, Each wrinkle a story, I’ll never forget. [Verse 2] With a heart full of love, and a will made of steel, She'd rise before dawn, with each morning's first feel, The scent of fresh bread, filled the warm morning air, In a home she had built, with her hard work and care. [Chorus] Oh, Pilar, you showed me how to live, Through every struggle, you always did give, With a spirit unbroken, and a life full of grace, In the heart of Seville, you found your place. [Verse 3] Through the years I watched, as she never did tire, Her eyes full of wisdom, her heart full of fire, She’d hum old Spanish songs, as she worked through the day, Teaching me life’s lessons, in her gentle way. [Verse 4] Now the fields feel quiet, and the house feels cold, Grandma Pilar’s gone, but her stories are told, In the wind that still whispers, through the old olive trees, I feel her beside me, in every warm breeze. [Chorus] Oh, Pilar, you showed me how to live, Through every struggle, you always did give, With a spirit unbroken, and a life full of grace, In the heart of Seville, you found your place.